Guilty

He put the gun in my hand
I took my hand and put the gun in my pants
I took my pants and pull them up on my ass
Got the cash outta my pocket
Dropped it and got my ass in the Dodge
I put it into the car and started it
Stepped on the gas and looked at the gas
And 95 dont seem fast when youre so fucking mad
And so youre fucking high and cant stop crying
Oh shit, I just ran a stop sign
Fuck it, its nothing
This nigger got me stressing
I cant believe, he got me bugging
Now Im driving reckless, I cant even see
And my high beams aint really helping
But nobody really be using the streets before seven
Got the pedal to the medal like I lost my mind
And I aint need to see the school crossing sign
Car in the fastest gear, wind blowin in my hair
Seat beat light blinking but I dont care
Somebody crossing the street, came outta nowhere
Went right into em, body flew in the air
Oh my God, my face already covered with tears
Sayin my prayers, I didnt even see I swear
I thought off of reflex, saw blood everywhere
Mostly ran ahead of the little girl, holding a teddy bear
Im sorry, all I can hear is, I want my mommy
And then I aint hear nothin from the little girls body
Im scared but I cant stop, what am I gonna do?
The first thing the cops are gonna say, a€?Is it was drug influence?a€?
They aint gonna understand, what this nigger was doin
How he made me drive fast when I should have been cruisin
And they probably wont believe that it wasnt the weed
And shorty just popped up in the middle of the street
And they really gonna be hatin this gun on my waist
And I checked shortys pulse and I dont think shes gonna make it
Dial 911 or damn should I run?
Im just weightin out my options before someone comes
If I stay I go to jail, if I run Ill be wrong
This is taking too long, fuck it Im gone
Hit and run, damn I should hit my brakes
Hit and run, sometimes we all make mistakes
Hit and run, I guess, Im not that heartless
Hit and run cuz now I got a guilty conscience